I have spent some chunks of today working for the broodies. They are not appreciative of my efforts. The two eggs that I passed from one to the other did nothing in the warm bowl of water, so I threw them out. Set up the dog crate, and put a tarp over it. All that was fine with the girls, but when I took their nest boxes out of the little coop and put them in the crate, the complaints began. Speckles settled down under the coop with her chick in her feathers. She didn't like being put in the crate, nor did Gabby. And no one liked that I moved Honey in the bottom of her cat carrier into the coveted coop. Honey has three eggs I will examine tomorrow, with gloves on. And I must fence off an area for them. And make strawberry Jam!
Happy birthday, Chris! Your new chickens are beautiful!
Happy birthday, Chris! Your new chickens are beautiful!